MUGEN

Dreams

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"Dreams hold wisdom only a few know how to read."

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As the sound of daybreak slips through my ears, I note how my body begins to wake. I don't open my eyes immediately, however, but remain still, feeling my surroundings. The sounds speak of a peaceful day, as little birds sing and dart from place to place, from branch to branch, just like the small wildlife does by the forest's grass. My sense of touch, then, takes me to trace the soft curve of your naked waist, and I smile before the vivid memories of you, taking your yukata off, one you did not wear again that night. I take a deep breath, filling myself with your scent; that special aroma that I could never confuse. A doubt arises then, and I wonder if your scent would change if you were to carry our child, which takes me to a new question… How would our child be?

I finally open my eyes, and they take you in; you are still asleep.

The question remains in my mind, and I notice my heart pounding, as if I were running or fighting. We haven't talked about having a child, maybe because of the inherent fear such an idea fills me with, when I think about their life with a father like me. A hanyou.

All I know about parenthood, is absence.

What if our child, boy or girl, is born with a deformity like mine. What if you don't want us to have children. What if the rest don't accept them. What if I don't know how to be a dad.

I hear you inhale deeply then, as you curl closer. I push you towards me with hand, gently, preferring to keep the tortures of my mind to myself, my fingers absentmindedly rearranging a lock of your hair to better admire your features. Your lips are softly parted, whistling slightly every time you breathe, while your cheeks are blush from the warmth of my body and the blankets. Then, upon me comes the vision of a baby, with your hair so beautifully dark, and their cheeks rosy from the warmth of your arms.

I'm not one to believe in premonitions, for the world has forced me to doubt everything that is good, except for you; and maybe that's precisely the reason why I can dare to imagine that a child, our child, could become a wonderful reality.

"Is it day already?" You ask, hiding your face in my shoulder. "I was dreaming."

I turn to you sideways, protecting you from the unscrupulous dawn that drags you away from your dreams.

"If you want, we can stay in bed and leave the day outside." I propose with a smile.

I hear your languish smile, as your skin caresses mine in that way that has become custom and intimate between us.

"InuYasha." You name me, seemingly wanting to say something.

"Kagome." I play with yours, to push you to continue.

In that moment you lift your half-awake gaze, seeking my eyes.

"I've dreamed of a little girl."

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A/N

A bit more of that love I like so much from this couple.

Anyara

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart